City Things and Return Charge - two poems
Return charge – a poem
Returning to you never disappoints,
All the stage and props of reminiscence
Are true mirrors that your being anoints,
With an aura of grace and love's essence.
And the hard days away and the longing
Fall like the autumn leaves from summer’s joy.
This first glimpse, where memory meets seeing;
Quickens the pulsing heart, not ever coy
Like the poor mumbled words on a first date,
It surges with your touch of tenderness.
And would we be, if these absences of late
Were replaced by constant togetherness,
So charged with desire? It seems to be,
In truth, our true love’s spark and battery
City things – a poem
The cover of a fashion magazine
Billboards on inner city roundabouts
The flower beds in the parks of the Queen
The Bible basher on the street who shouts
The perfect look of a brown eyed brunette
A woman’s reduction in the male gaze
The city sky in a summer’s sunset
The winter’s tightening shortening days
The wash of sound from motors, drills and trains
Play unheard keeping away the silence
And under the horizon built with cranes
Crowds of people in controlled compliance
The wrap of the world flowing in the eyes
The digital mould of the earth in disguise
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